My rating: 2 of 5 stars
WHAT DAFUQ? I picked up Deathstroke Vol 1: Gods of War and was magically transported back to a time in the early 90’s when Rob Liefeld and the rest of the “then” Image gang were cranking out less than mediocre comics by the but-ton, raking in the cash for bullshit foil covers, and crapping all over comic fans everywhere with their story-less, “action” heavy titles.
What a disappointment. I SO wanted to like this one too. I love Slade. DC just keeps giving him the shit end of the stick by not finding the right team for this title. I really don’t understand what Tony Daniel was doing here. And I read this book twice. I would write more about the story if I actually understood it. It was like Tony was a tubby kid let loose in a Jelly Belly factory binging on everything within arm’s reach and just went bat-shit crazy on a sugar-high trying to cram too much stuff into the first six issues. I NEED a little more foreplay, Tony. I really don’t think he could’ve possibly squeezed in any more guest appearances with this book. Bronze Tiger, Lady Shiva, Harley Quinn, Batman, Jericho, Ravager, Red-Fury (who???), Grandad Wilson, Possum (who???), Victor Ruiz, Kanye West, Prince Charles, and the entire cast of Duck Dynasty all dropped by within the first 6 issues. This just added to my utter confusion with what Tony’s getting at in this title. And exactly what’s going on in Slade’s briefs.